Word: peas
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Feverish bustle, anxious conjecture filled Buckingham Palace on election day this week. Outside, London wallowed in a yellow pea-soup fog. Below stairs, Royal scullery, parlor and chamber maids made no secret of their voting intentions as they hustled into bonnet and wrap, groped in a body out the fogbound back gate. Two footmen, the Palace womenfolk considered, were the only possible waverers. They had expressed Socialist opinions at the height of a servants' ball last year, but not since. One of these very footmen brought to the Royal study the latest newspapers for which George V repeatedly buzzed...
...Atlee Burpee who founded the Burpee firm was a cousin of the California plant wizard. In Burbank's lifetime the Burpees bought seed from the little firm Burbank maintained to help finance his experiments. W. Atlee Burpee began his business in 1878. It gained prestige by introducing the sweet pea from England and more prestige by developing new varieties which were shipped back to England. The present Burpee, David, a man of medium height and thinning hair, became president of the company in 1915 after the death of his father. Born in Philadelphia in 1893, he attended Cornell's agricultural...
...observance of Better Homes Week," said President Hoover last week. "Everything that can be done to make home life pleasanter is a distinct contribution . . . to the highest spiritual values of life." As their contribution to Better Homes Week the President & Mrs. Hoover with six friends ate a meal (split pea soup, meat & rice loaf; baked potatoes, cabbage, carrot salad, lemon bread pudding) that cost 23.6¢ a plate, cooked and served by Girl Scouts at their Little House in Washington...
Rolling at anchor in a pea-soup fog, the Italian salvage ship Artiglio lay off Cape Finistere last week and plumbed the depths. Steamers passing in the nearby trade lanes hooted mournfully but the Artiglio paid little attention. She was hunting one of the richest prizes of the ocean bottom...
Same evening British colonists were horrified to hear the blare of a German band from the waterfront, to see German sailors replete in brass buttoned pea-jackets, with fluttering ribbons hanging down their backs, goose-stepping past the Consul while native boys grinned in delight. German settlers shouted Hoch! again. Horror soon changed to fury when they read a full translation of Consul Speiser's speech...